Music

Silver white

Sing gently

Walk among the forget-me-nots not knowing

Step upon the forest floor,

mistake it for cathedral walls.

Snow white

the bones of your hand numbered

upon the keys

vibrating certain tones

disburse into the semblance of song. 

A dirge.

Gray-beautiful

haunt the less fortunate,

I remain sheltered. 

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